Once Desired To Be Filled To The Brim

Spilling over the rim,
With overflowing grim details...
On a daily basis these days,
Is enough for anyone...
To wish for those cups,
Once desired to be filled to the brim...
To hurry and empty up.
And be thrown away in disgust.
With a looking elsewhere,
To measure the degree of their fortunes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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